We will all do this again tomorrow. Because the M4 is the artery of the South West. It’s the road to Cornwall, to the Cotswolds, to your in-laws in Bristol. It’s the only way home. It’s a necessary evil, like admin or eating broccoli.
So if you’re stuck right now, take a breath. You are not alone. You are part of a great, rolling, stationary tribe of British people who grumble, sigh, and then laugh about it later. The collision will be cleared. The blue lights will fade. And the road—that glorious, messy, tarmac ribbon—will open again.
And you’ll drive for about a mile before hitting the next queue. But we love it, don’t we? We love hating it. Safe travels, fellow road warrior. And for goodness sake, pack a proper snack next time.
